your face speaks more
than a million heartfelt adages;
travailing, you
compel stone-cold statesmen to grieve.
was it debu-
-ssy who softened my heart to say that?
a cypress dies
when it touches your tear-snuffing sleeve.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
your face speaks more
than a million heartfelt adages;
travailing, you
compel stone-cold statesmen to grieve.
was it debu-
-ssy who softened my heart to say that?
a cypress dies
when it touches your tear-snuffing sleeve.
you are a town crieress
brandishing the banner of rebellion.
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